Merry Christmas!
This Christmas I wanted to be a little more organized. Last year, I felt like we spent Christmas morning cutting through the boxes that held the children's toys all while trying not to sever an artery. So, this year, to prepare for Christmas Eve, I spent several evenings getting the toys out of the boxes and putting batteries in the toys that needed it. This way, we wouldn't have stay up all hours of the night, or have our kids cry in frustration waiting to have their toys opened the next day.
Christmas Eve arrives. After we deal with our son, T, getting out of bed 50 times, we bring the toys downstairs. All we have to do is wrap a few a put together this
trampoline. I think we might actually be able to get in bed at a decent time. My husband, Jeff, is in charge of the assembly, and I wrap the gifts.
I spent the next hour wrapping and watching It's a Wonderful Life. I looked over and watched my husband struggle with various stages of assembly on this forsaken trampoline. I tried to help him put the little noodle things through the holes during one break (please see the picture for reference). Nearly impossible. So, I continued with what I was doing. After I was finished I made a comment about how much I had gotten done while he seemingly did nothing. Not smart on my part. He said that I did not understand his level of frustration right then.
I decided to be a good wife and help my husband with this trampoline. We spent the next TWO HOURS putting together this stupid trampoline. Trying to hold the metal pieces stable and fit the bolt through proved near impossible. The trampoline nearly beat us. I was ready to either put the trampoline away or leave a note saying that Mommy and Daddy would have to finish putting this toy together at a later date because Santa and Elves broke it. After, two hours in to the assembly we have the jumpy part of the trampoline together and only on corner of the stand together, thanks to me.
Every time we had to get the bolt through the metal hole, we had to use super human strength to push it through. Later we chose a hammer or some other tool nearby. At one point, my husband grabbed the closest thing to him, and he banged the bolt with a rubber, squeaky dog toy. I nearly died laughing. Several times during assembly, I was sure one of us was going to end up in the ER with a severed finger.
We kept trying new ways of fitting the parts together, but it required the strength of an Olympian, or, at least, the strength of someone who works out. After about an hour of getting almost nowhere, we turned to the internet. By this point we still only had one side together and bent bolt. The reviews were showing this product was fun and great for kids, but a "little" difficult to put together. That was an understatement.
While Jeff was looking up new ways to enlarge a metal hole without the proper tools, or straighten a bolt without a vice, I used the rubber band in my hair to hold together one side of the trampoline. I felt like a genius. While I did this, Jeff somehow managed to straighten the bent bolt.
We hemmed and hawed over this last corner for an eternity. Brute strength and our tools weren't working Finally, my husband used his belt to tighten the pieces together and fit the final (bent) bolt in. We both felt like we should have honorary engineering degrees from some redneck school, and we felt like the best parents alive. We were still debating if this whole toy was worth the three hours to assemble as we sat trying to unwind before we went to bed.
The next morning we dragged ourselves from bed to see what Santa had brought the kids. The trampoline was the first thing T decided to play with. H, my daughter, loves it too. I'm so glad they both love the trampoline. Our struggles of the assembly are slowly fading from my mind, but it was worth it in the end. Although, if you purchased this I would recommend finding someone else to do the assembly.